Just like in The Magnus Archives, fear makes the world go round. But which Fear grips you most, and makes you its servant?
Answer a few simple questions, and we'll tell you which Entity you serve.
Questions Overview
- Heights
- Insects
- Strangers
- Public speaking
- Needles
- Injury
- Failure
- Regret
- Guilt
- Nature
- Human kindness
- My own resilience
- A good story
- My body. It's frail.
- My mind. It doesn't behave.
- My circumstances. They wear on me.
- The world. It's cruel.
- My body. I can rely on it.
- My mind. It's sharper every day.
- My surroundings. They shape me.
- My family and friends. They teach me.
- Rabbit's foot
- Peacock feather
- Four-leaf clover
- Lucky penny
- Fight.
- Flight.
- Neither. I'm paralyzed.
- All at once. Throw me into the deep end. I either sink or swim.
- Bit by bit. If I can gradually get used to it, I can handle it.
- I run from them for as long as I can. They'll catch up, but I can make it hard for them.
- I just let them happen. Fear can be a good thing. It's human.
- A musty cave
- An abandoned hospital
- Underground catacombs
- An isolated lighthouse
- No. It's gotta be pitch black.
- I use a nightlight.
- I keep a lamp on, or something similar.
- I sleep with the overhead light on. Nice and bright.
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What does my Fear say about me?
In The Magnus Archives, the Fears, or Entities, are dark presences fueled by mankind's paranoias and anxieties. The Fears manifest in the world as dangers and disasters, but they also have servants that serve them unknowingly, driven by the Fears to do their bidding, even while running from them. In this quiz, we assign you a fear based on your answers, and here's what your potential results mean:
The Buried
Claustrophobia, suffocation, feeling trapped and cornered. The Buried is a hunter, and you're its hound. Or are you its prey? Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference. The Buried squeezes and wrings you out, crams you into tight spaces, snares you like a rabbit in a wire. The more you struggle, the tighter things get, but what else is there to do? Sometimes confinement is easily mistaken for security.
The Corruption
Disease, rot, decay. The Corruption claims everything, in time, and nothing is safe. It has billions of servants: the bugs, the vultures, the mushrooms, the maggots. But even these succumb to its power in time, becoming flesh and feed for the never-ending cycle of filth. There's no way out, but it's a small mercy that at least when you're gone, you won't be awake to see what happens to the rest of you.
The Dark
The oldest Fear, the Entity man has cowered from since we lived in caves and fought it off with fire. The Dark is liquid, expanding to fill every space, pressing in. They say it's not the Dark itself, but what's in the Dark, but of course that's foolish. Were it not for the Dark, everything else would be illuminated and powerless. Stare into the void and the void stares back, along with its countless, unknowable servants. Do you like those odds?
The Desolation
Are you prepared to part with what you keep? All things go in time, and this is the nature of the Devasation. What are you willing to lose? It better be everything, because you keep nothing in this life, not even your wits. The Desolation is a greedy master, and we've no choice but to surrender everything to it, sooner or later. Better get used to it now, or loss will hurt that much more.
The End
The immovable object and the unstoppable force. The curtain lowered, the candleflame blown out. We often say we're afraid of what comes next, of not knowing, but that's just our way of coping. The truth is that The End is coming for all of us, for everything, and it matters not what's after the End, because even the next life, if it exists, will also End, and the one after, and the one after. It's a door that finds you, and one of these days, the next door will simply refuse to open.
The Eye
You feel it on the back of your neck, watching from above and below you. Privacy is a fairy tale, and you're never truly alone, are you? Someone, or something, is always observing, taking notes, gathering information, exposing you. If it's not someone else, it's the little voice in your head that whispers and scolds, whips you into conformity, tells you what you can and can't be. The Eye is nowhere and everywhere. The Eye is you.
The Hunt
The Hunt is a steady predator, one content to walk forever, no matter how fast you run. It will catch up, strike you down. Old age or disease or betrayal, animal instincts of fear and rage. They stalk and wait, patient for the time when your guard is down and they can turn you into someone else, teach you how good it feels to chase and to catch, the thrill of pursuit. Once you're hooked, you can't get enough, and you'll always hunt the next prey.
The Lonely
No man is an island, they say. More like every man is a cave, a dark and twisting network that confounds and puzzles. You can't help but go deeper, and the deeper you go, the further you get from the person next to you on the bus or in class. You'll never map your own cave completely, so how could you ever hope to understand someone else's? The Lonely alienates, isolates, and kidnaps. It makes you a stranger not just to others, but yourself. When you look in the mirror next, who will you see? Anyone you recognize? Not likely.
The Slaughter
Some people live their lives just trying to avoid pain. Violence, disease, heartbreak, they think they can escape it if they really try. Maybe you're like that, or maybe you've felt so much of The Slaughter that you've grown numb to it, which is its own special kind of pain, isn't it? To have a body is to be hurt, and to have a mind is to be wounded. The Slaughter hangs like a sword above your head, and you wait for it to fall.
The Spiral
We put so much faith in the fact that the world is ruled by law, physics, and sense, but are we simply lying to ourselves? Everyone wants to believe there's a reason, but we've all encountered situations that defy explanation. Once you accept that some things in life have no reason, no logic, that's when The Spiral enters. You begin to see how much of this mortal coil is ruled by random chance, the inexplicable, that which is outside human comprehension. Some call it madness. Others say it's the truth. The Spiral doesn't care what you call it, as long as you're left in a heap.
The Stranger
How well do you really know your friends? Your family? Yourself? What lies in wait just outside the walls of your home? Who creeps in the dark behind you? How much do you still not know of this world? How much can you ever know? You live your life by shining a flashlight and illuminating only a small circle at a time. But move the beam, and what else has come to fill the dark spot left behind? The Stranger, that's what else. You don't know it, but it knows you.
The Vast
They say the human mind is a vast expanse, a complicated machine, but it's not so complex. It can't even fathom the night sky, the ocean's depths, the minds of its own friends and family. The truth is, we all have a limit, and The Vast lurks just beyond that limit. Try too hard to wrap your mind around it, and you'll go mad. Some things we weren't meant to know, but it's the not knowing that can unravel you. Don't look too closely. Don't think too hard.
The Web
We like to think that we're free, but are we? If you were a puppet on a string, would you even realize? How many of your decisions are truly your own, and how many of them were already made for you? Your birth, your body, your brain. The Web is the thing that calls the shots. The Web is the master manipulator, the man behind the curtain. You can never know when he acts or why. You only see the consequences and have to live with them.
The Extinction
A comet came for the dinosaurs, but what will come for mankind when our time is up? Whatever it is, it'll be a nightmare of our own making. Rome wasn't built in a day, but it fell within a matter of months, and then all at once. We'll run out of road any minute now, and most of us are just waiting for the cliff to catch up to us. And then what? A freefall? Darkness? We can only hope for a new beginning, but the truth is most of us won't be there to see it. Will you?
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